Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.